Then, it was sweet time

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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

Then, it was sweet time. Mulberry trees were pregnant with dark blue,
almost black, fruits. One could touch the closest branches and feed
himself with a juicy flesh. There were black mulberry trees and white, and red…
Poems I write are reminiscent of that times and I guess mulberry trees. They are shadows of my life. 

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